I nearly puked at the sight of her bloodied, abused state. After that night, I swore that girl’s death wouldn’t be in vain. I would destroy Javier, El Rey, and anyone else associated with them.
That time is coming soon. I’m walking a tightrope that keeps getting narrower and narrower, and I just have to keep my balance for a little while longer.
That’s why I took Ellie. I knew what Javier was capable of. I flashed back to that moment and saw her lifeless form the moment he said he wanted her.
And as I’ve said before, like fucking hell I was going to let that happen. If anyone was going to torture her, it was going to be me. So I took her before he had the chance to pursue her. And he would have. Once Javier wants something, he doesn’t stop until he gets it.
“What the fuck is going on, Javier? Has there been any word from El Rey? Is he interested or not? I don’t have the time or patience to fuck around. I gave him my price and my conditions. They are more than reasonable.”
“Yes, he’s agreed.” He wipes his mouth with the white cloth napkin, and then tosses it on the table. A stupid smile on his face. This prick is always smiling. I wish I knew what was so fucking amusing.
“So what’s the hold up?”
“How’s your whore, Kayne? Does she miss me?” he diverts.
“She’s got nothing to fucking do with this conversation.”
“I hear the two of you, you know. I listen at the door while you make her scream. She’s very impressive.” My blood boils in my veins. That motherfucker is never getting near Ellie again. “What if I wanted her to be part of the deal?” he asks darkly.
“I’d tell you to fuck off,” I snarl.
“You’d pass on millions of dollars because of some whore?” He raises his eyebrows intrigued.
“She’s mine. I’m prideful, what can I say.” I keep my voice firm, desperately suppressing the dread clawing up my throat.
“I’d love to dip my dick and see what’s makes her so special.” He licks his lips. I want to pull his tongue right out of his mouth and wrap it around his head.
“She a delicacy you’ll never indulge in.” I glare.
“Again,” he taunts me.
“Ever. Again,” I threaten. “Talk to your boss. Make the deal. I have everything prepared. If he’s not interested, get the fuck out. I don’t need his money or your aggravation. I do just fine by myself.” I stand up, sending the chair screeching across the hardwood floor.
“Arrogante Americano,” Javier spats.
Arrogant American.
“Maybe so, but The King came to me, remember?”
“I didn’t forget,” he sneers.
“Tiene cuartena y ocho horas,” I order directly.
You have forty-eight hours.
Then I stalk out of the room and up the staircase with my heart ricocheting all around my chest. By the time I make it to Ellie’s door, I’m a shitstorm of rage, lust, anger, and wrath. I need to bury myself as deep as I can inside of her while she’s chained to the bed and fuck her until my murderous thoughts eradicate. She’s quickly become the solace in my tumultuous life. With her, I’m the best part of all my sides. All my faces. With her they blend into one cohesive man. She’s the glue.
I press my thumb to the fingerprint recognition screen. I had a state-of-the-art lock installed the morning after Javier assaulted her. No way was I going to allow that cocksucker a second chance at picking the lock. He’ll have to slice off my fucking fingers before he gets in her room again. I open the door and find Ellie exactly where she should be. Kneeling on the bed, mostly naked, with her tag dangling from her collar. My dick swells to almost painful. She’s so beautiful, so perfect. All mine. I don’t say a word as I stomp over to her.
I push her onto her back, possess her mouth, and drag her legs apart. I grind the missile my cock has become against her, and she moans. But it’s not in pleasure, it’s an anguished sound. She’s in pain, and it’s because of me. It’s all because of me. She would never be in this dangerous predicament if it wasn’t for me. It takes everything I have to beat back the beast and pull my lips away from hers. They’re swollen and red from my forceful kiss. She’s looking up at me curiously. Always curious, always lively, always playful. That’s Ellie. Intense and bewitching. I’ve been drawn to her since the moment we met. Somewhere deep down I have always felt something proprietary when it came to her.
I run my fingers along her face, soaking in her beauty. Her acute green eyes rimmed in black, her high cheek bones dusted in pink, her full mouth stained a dark blush.
“I would kill for you.” I speak the words that can never be taken back. I speak the truth.
She sucks in a breath, her breasts swell, and her eyes widen. I kiss her again, darting my tongue between her lips. I don’t want a response. I just want her to know in a roundabout way how I feel.
After a few minutes of indulging myself in Ellie’s mouth, I pull away.
“Are you ready for your walk?” I skim her neck with my teeth softly, wanting nothing more than to rip her panties off and live inside her.
“Are you?” she pants.
“Wrong answer, Ellie.” I tweak her nipple, and she jolts.
“Yes, Kayne,” she corrects herself immediately.
“Good girl.”
I reluctantly remove myself from her and my cock curses me. But she’s already in pain, and I’m not in the mood to punish her body more than I already have.
I unlock her chain from the headboard and urge her up. Once on her feet, I begin to lead her out of the room, but her leash jerks in my hand. I turn to find her standing there, gazing up at me through her lashes.
“Come on, kitten.” I jingle her leash.
She takes two steps forward then drops to her knees.
She looks up at me with her hands on her thighs and lust in her eyes. She’s asking something. Permission?
I pet her head. “Is there something you’d like, Ellie?
“Yes, Kayne.” She licks her bottom lip seductively. My already throbbing cock is now kicking. My little kitten wants to play.
“Go ahead then.” I press my pelvis forward.
She lifts her hands to my belt and unbuckles it. She then unclasps the waist of my slacks and lowers my zipper. She hooks her fingers into my underwear and drags both my boxer briefs and pants down, springing me free directly in front of her face. Does she know how much I need this? Need her?
Ellie darts her tongue out, licking the tip of my erection. It feels like an electrical shock through my system.
I slide my hands into her light brown hair. Jett left it down, and it’s sexy as hell. Just like Ellie. She works my cock into her mouth. Sliding it in and out, taking it a little deeper each time. I groan freely, loving the feel of the way she takes me. Possesses me. Of her initiating the blow job in general. My grip tightens in her hair as she swallows all of me, the head of my pulsating erection touching the back of her throat. I try to stay still and let her suck me to an orgasm, but it feels too damn good, too damn tempting. I hold her head and thrust into her mouth. She absorbs each jab, never moving; the goddess that she is on her knees. My orgasm moves quick, snaking its way down my spine and tingling my tailbone. I come so fucking hard I roar like a wild animal. Ellie swallows every drop of my release, sucking me until I run dry.
I can barely stand as the remnants of my climax vaporizes. Ellie just stays on her knees with her head bowed, waiting for my direction. I run my hands through her hair reverently.
“You little minx.” She looks up with blazing green eyes. I scratch her under her chin.
She smirks impishly.
I barely recognize the woman in front of me. She’s a seductress. A temptress.
And I realize now, she’s not the only one who’s owned in this room.
JAVIER’S FORTY-EIGHT HOURS ARE ALMOST up. I can’t wait to throw that Mexican piece of shit out with the trash. There are going to be some very unhappy people if this deal doesn’t go through. A lot of wasted hours and money spent, but that’s the nature of this fucked-up business. Everyone is a snake. Everyone is out for blood.
There’s a knock on my office door. I look up with just my eyes. “Come in.”
Javier appears in front of me. I’m shocked he actually used his manners. He saunters haughtily into the room and takes a seat in the wing-back chair across from my desk.
“Coming to say goodbye?” I ask snidely.
“Quite the contrary. El Rey will be arriving in two days. The arrangements will be made prior, all accounts approved. He will stay for one night for a face-to-face meeting. Then I will stay behind to make sure the shipments arrive effortlessly.”
“I have full faith in the company I use,” I tell him arrogantly.
“I’m sure you do, but what’s the saying, better safe than sorry. Don’t you agree, amigo?”
“Let’s get something straight.” I lean forward menacingly. “I am not your amigo. We do business. I tolerate you in my house. That’s it.” I tap the pencil I’m holding against the desk repeatedly. Riled, agitated, and on the brink of committing a homicide.
“Yo comprende,” he responds with dark eyes.
“Good. Now get out,” I bite.
Javier stands but moves slowly. “I’d like to throw a party. El Rey hasn’t stepped foot on American soil in over a decade. Let’s make his one and only night a memorable one.”